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- savages have specified in a cradle fastened to a saddle of one of horses.
The infringer has approached closely on the baby, has given a hand also a palm has felt space round the kid.
- Well, - he has smiled.
Having turned back to savages, he has loudly told:
- I will take it with myself.
They silently zakivali. The strange person did not cause in them enthusiasm. Better to leave it more likely. They have offered it a little vjalenogo meat and have somewhat quicker dashed away.
- Here we also remained together, the kid, - has wearily spoken George-infringer. - now it is possible to go home. I will bring you to Ljusenu Dupont. Ljusen it will be glad to the grandson... What you are silent? You think, I will open to it all truth about you? No, the kid, he learns only that you are a son Mari. He never will suspect that in your body there lives the Speckled Hawk who has dragged off Mari in a jungle of wood. Even if I would tell to it that you are the reincarnated Indian, he would not believe. People do not trust in such things. And it is not necessary.
The child something provorkoval.
- What? - The Infringer has listened. - you want to know, what with you will be further? All right, the road is necessary to us long so it will be pleasant to me to talk about your future. All the same you will remember nothing. Listen... You name Marseilles Dupont, but more you will be known under a nickname the Taciturn person. When to you it will be executed thirty five years, you will meet the girl in a tribe of Voronih of People. Her name - the Wood Medicine... What do you speak? Yes, the beautiful name, it too is pleasant to me. The wood Medicine is Mari, White Spirit. Only you never will guess it. The destiny pattern again will connect you that you have met in that community of Voronih of People, whence your group has stolen sacred parcel. You will fall in love with the Wood Medicine, but her father will not want to give it. You know, who will be her father? The single! Yes, you have cooked up for yourselves an interesting chain of embodiments.
The kid again something kurlyknul.
- No, - George-infringer has laughed loudly, - the father will not want to give you the Wood Medicine simply so. He will long go obstinate and will expose to you the requirement - you should return to its people sacred parcel from a skin of a white otter! This parcel will become the cause time and again for contentions though it will be left for a long time by its force, there will be only a legend. But you know, how the mankind to any fairy tales is greedy. Force of fairy tales so is similar to force of amulets, they are filled with the same spirit...
POLISHING OF THE CHOSEN PATTERNS
Maria has unlocked a door. On a threshold there was Van Hel.
- Good evening, - he has told, on his lips the faint smile trembled.
- You? Whence? What for?
- Allow to enter? I will explain all.
- After our yesterday's conversation I stay in a dejectedness. I do not have desire to continue, - she has spoken, letting in the man apartment. - you are going to torment again me, to torment mine and without that sick nerves?
- I want to make so that at you eyes and that your life has lost absurd have opened. It is necessary to finish that muchit you.
- Me nothing muchit, your help is not necessary to me!
- Throw, - Van Hel has gloomy grinned
- Who you? I already asked this question yesterday, but you have not found time to answer.
- I the old companion of very many people though they do not remember me.
- How much old?
- One thousand, two thousand years...
- Again your devil's riddles, metaphors, allegories. You, a case, not from Secret Board? - Maria has maliciously smiled. - my chief just is interested in this mysterious society of magicians.
- I therefrom, - have nodded Van Hel. It has passed in a room and has taken seat on a chair, showing that intends to stay on a visit long. - I do not joke, Maria. My name is Hel, this name to me a distance within the precincts of Secret Board. Tens years I was trained there in magic and have learnt to live eventually eternally as people though it not absolutely corresponds to true would tell. I have chosen, as already mentioned yesterday, a way of uninterrupted struggle against harm. I am a soldier of eternity. But I here not to state history of my life and my adventures.
Maria has hard leant against a door jamb and silently has stared at the visitor.